One In A Million

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Talk about a busy day, first I had to be at an awards show since I was giving an award, possibly getting an award then I had to perform; Next I had sound check for my concert, followed by the concert. I sighed and plopped onto my bed as Andi bustled around my room.

"You should clean this thing, hun." she grimaced and walked through my pile of nail polish.

"Yes, and I should also fix global warming. But hey! Look what I'm not doing!" I threw my hands in the air and smirked.

"Oh, shush and come get dressed. First of all," she continued as I sat up, "You're red carpet outfit is what you arrive in. The same outfit will be worn when you present the awards and, of course, win those awards. Then you go backstage and change into this," she handed me a black bag, "For your performance. I'll be at the venue setting up for your concert, okay?"

I nodded and set the bag on a chair, "Okay. What am I wearing first?"

"This! And don't complain, I love it." she led me into the closet and shut the door so I could change.

I shrugged, smiled, and did exactly that. The dress she chose was a peach, high-low, tank top dress with a cream elastic band. I slipped into it and black wedge boots. I slid a gold bracelet over my wrist and finished with a lip gloss that matched my dress.

I went back out, swirled in front of the mirror, and thanked Andi. "Now, I want your hair down, just leave it messy. Take this." she handed me a black bowler hat, which I propped on my head.

"Thanks, darling!" I chirped, hugged her, and bounced down the stairs in front of her.

The boys sat in front of the tele, in their normal and rather uncomfortable suits, staring at the soccer game on the screen.

"You guys ready?" I asked, fixing my bracelet as Andi walked outside and to her car.

They slowly got up, groaning. I knew they hated going out. Not just because of their lives, but because they were teenage boys.

That thought caused em to bring up a strange question, "Hey, do you guys know how long the word teenager has been around?"

"Is that a true question or a quiz?" Harry asked as we boarded the black van.

"Quiz." I replied, smirking, "Eighteen-hundreds, 1941 in a magazine,  Shakespeare play, or I just made it up?"

"It can't be the magazine or you--That's stupid." Zayn replied.

"Wrong."

"Wait, one of those is ri--A magazine in 1941?!" Liam shrieked.

I nodded, laughing, "The term, and the word, has only been around for less than seventy years, believe it or not."

"Thank God I wasn't around then!" Louis held his hand over his chest and acted panicked.

"What?" I shrugged, "I think it should've stayed like that."

We went on arguing until I found myself on the red carpet with a hand on my hip. Izzy stood away form the cameras, watching my every move. The boys acted normally, which would've been stupid for a five-year-old.

I got inside a few minutes before the boys and sat down, yawning. People filled in, more celebrities than I even knew, and talked about the most stupid things you could think of. I cringed when Robert Pattinson walked in, then mumbled, "He's a sparkly fairy, Charlie Brown!" giggling as I did so.

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I stood behind the stage, my four awards behind me, waiting to go out onstage to present the award for a certain kind of album, which I forgot. But I think it had something to do with pop.